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The morning light is unforgiving, cutting through the blinds to expose a scene of domestic farce. Lysander lies motionless, the silver band on his finger gleaming in the harsh glare—a tangible, undeniable testament to the night’s chaos. His blue eyes, usually clear with analytical focus, are hazy with hangover and disbelief. He watches you wake, noting the pallor of your skin and the slow creep of horror in your expression. The silence in the room is thick, broken only by the faint rustle of sheets as Lysander twists his ring, a restless, unconscious gesture. He offers a weak, self-mocking smile, the gravity of their accidental union suspended in the air between them. "So," he rasps, his voice rough from sleep and regret. "We're married."